“I’m a weekend warrior!” King exclaimed.
“Ha, ha, King! You are no such thing,” Kay said.
“Come on, King. You’re a crab. You are far from a warrior.”
“I am more than a crab. I am a WEEKEND WARRIOR!”
Kay let out a loud sigh. “What makes you think that, King? You need to explain this to me.”
“Well, all my Crabbies are out ruining the day for people all across the country! From the east coast to the west coast.”
“Um, King. Jay just chased Too-Tired away, so I don’t think he’s out ruining anyone’s day, especially across the country!”
“Nonsense, Kay. Too-Tired has a lot of legs. He can make time.”
“No way! Look down there!” Kay said, pointing to a tree a few yards away.
“He’ll get going. You’ll see. We are WEEKEND WARRIORS!”
“King, look again. He’s leaning against the tree and he’s sleeping.”
“Well, um… well, um… you know, Kay. I really should get a move on. I have to be in Oregon soon.”
Kay laughed. “Okay, King. If you say so, you big ole weekend warrior.”
And with that, King strolled away. He went over to Too-Tired and let out a scream. “Wake up, Too-Tired. We have work to do!”
Too-Tired jumped up and yawned.
“You two are some weekend warriors,” Kay called out. “You can go anywhere you want. You’ll always find CrabbieMasters! And you don’t even know what it means to be a weekend warrior. You silly Crabbie. You don’t try to ruin the day only on the weekends!”
“Whatever, Kay,” King yelled, and he and Too-Tired walked away… slowly.
We think it’s going to take them a long time to get to Oregon!